Wednesday, 3 March 2010
On Web Presence...
Adrift in an ocean of narcissism, everyone it seems, has web presence, in which they list their favourite books, films, songs, friends, people, countries, politics and bowel movements.
They groom their sites as intently as suburbanites whack the weeds that grow in their resplendent gardens. They post videos of themselves; pictures worthy of a quality magazine: tint their skin tones, adjust the backgound colour, project themselves into a glamour that anyone can achieve...photoshop: another example of a democratic anxiety that technology has gifted us.
On the Internet, people advertise themselves as if they were cans of soup. I like cans of soup but people who advertise themselves like cans of soup unsettle me.
Sick of self, sick of all the cute, yapping selves. Bored with stories, disheartened by my voice, disgusted with sly, tactical self-depreciation...SO MUCH SELF! SO LITTLE TIME!
The clamour of me me me.
I am living alone in bad company.